Thick water vapor is steaming up in the bathtub, like lingering clouds, and along with the rising heat is a faint fragrance of lavender and mint.
The sound of rushing water sounded, and Guan Lang stood up from the bathtub.
The soft big towel soaked up the water droplets flowing from the body like a sponge.
I haven't taken a bath for a long time.
Lying in hot water and soaking for a while is really refreshing.
The jet black hair falls naturally, soft and elegant.
Facing the bathroom mirror, Guan Lang smoothed the hair that hung down to his forehead.
My hair...seems a bit long.
However, the slightly slender hair does not make his temperament too decadent. Instead, it brings a soft temperament, which perfectly offsets the oppression caused by his too tall figure.
Many people think that for boys, hairstyle is more important than face. This statement is of course a generalization. Maybe it is true for some people, but it is a complete fallacy when it comes to Guan Lang.
Guan Lang put his hands into his hair and lifted up the bangs that were too long hanging down from his forehead.
It seems that I need to see Teacher Tony for a haircut tomorrow, so it’s a bit uncomfortable to block my view.
I reached out to the sink and took out a small blue hairpin to pin up my too-long bangs. Sure enough, it would be a little more comfortable to see things this way.
The shortcoming was probably that his forehead was completely exposed, and he felt chilly. Only a short stubble of short hair stuck out stubbornly, but it didn't help that he couldn't cover his forehead.
After walking out of the bathroom, Guan Lang grabbed a bottle of pure milk from the refrigerator and kitchen.
Outside the living room, Wu Yazhen had finished her evening study and was squatting on the carpet, holding a cat teaser and dangling it in front of Qianqiu.
Qianqiu lay on her back on the ground, her chubby cat paws lazily waving in the air, which gave her a face.
But looking at her high-spirited and happy look, judging from the results, it looks like a cat is teasing someone.
Guan Lang bit the straw and squatted down, stretched out his hand to gently scratch its chin twice, and then touched its exposed belly.
Hmm... It seems that his recent diet and exercise strategies are quite effective.
Qianqiu's weight finally stopped rising.
It can be said that he has temporarily preserved his racial identity and will not become a little white pig.
While Guan Lang was petting the cat, a burst of crisp laughter suddenly came from his ears.
Guan Lang turned to look at classmate Wu Yazhen beside him.
"What's wrong?"
Wu Yazhen clenched her fist and pressed it against her lips, but her slightly tense apple muscles still showed her emotion of holding back laughter.
"Brother Lang, why did you suddenly wear my hairpin?"
"Are you going to use this hairpin? I'll put it down now." Guan Lang thought she was about to wear this hairpin, so he reached out and prepared to return it to its original owner.
"No, no, no, no..." Wu Yazhen stopped his hand from picking up the hairpin. "How beautiful it is, what a pity it is to put it down!"
"Beautiful?" Guan Lang twitched his lips.
"Yes, yes, Brother Lang, you look particularly delicate after you pin your hair up." Wu Yazhen suddenly came close to Guan Lang, took out her mobile phone and quickly took a photo with Guan Lang.
"Here, look, she's prettier than me. If we walk together, we might even be mistaken for two sisters." Wu Yazhen turned over the photos she took and showed them to Guan Lang for himself.
Guan Lang glanced attentively.
Well......
Don't tell me, when you lift up the bangs in front of your forehead, the eyebrows and eyes of the two cousins are really similar.
Because his hair is slightly longer and his facial features are delicate and straight, when his forehead is exposed, he looks more neutral and his face is more delicate. When his hair is down, he will look more bookish.
So with their faces close together, they looked more like a pair of sisters than brother and sister.
Huh...
Guan Lang shook his head and quickly put down his bangs.
"No..." Wu Yazhen's face showed a bit of regret. "I still want to tie your hair in pigtails, Brother Lang?"
"Impossible, absolutely not." Guan Lang turned his head forcefully.
No kidding, he is a masculine man and refuses this level of playfulness.
"Okay..." Wu Yazhen nodded and sighed.
When they see good-looking people and things, most people can't help but want to make fun of them, and even she is no exception.
Guan Lang nodded, coughed slightly and returned the hairpin he took off to Wu Yazhen.
Her eyes flickered across the screen of her mobile phone as she tapped rapidly.
Group chat【Love each other as a family】
The youngest: I just took a photo with my cousin. My cousin is very good-looking.
Sister: Look at the photos [Looking forward]
Sister Wen: I haven’t seen Xiaolang for a long time.
Guan Ma: [smile]
...
In just a moment, the sisters and some elders in the large group of relatives responded one after another.
He and Wu Yazhen are probably the two youngest people of their generation, so they responded very positively to their topics.
Especially since there are very few men of his generation, he is even more "loved" by his sisters.
Guan Lang watched in horror as his little cousin pulled out the photo album and selected the group photo just now.
"Slow down...I think you can still try pigtails. As a person, you must be brave enough to try and experience a side of yourself that you have never been exposed to."
"Well, then I'll go back to the room to get the tools." Wu Yazhen trotted towards the room happily.
Guan Lang squatted on the spot and breathed a sigh of relief.
If the photo just now spreads to relatives, it will be really over.
He could already imagine the consequences of that photo being seen by those noisy cousins. They would be as if they had been opened to a new world, and they would enjoy being a monster during summer and winter vacation gatherings.
At that time, it may not only be a matter of braiding, but maybe also wearing makeup and women's clothing.
A scene of a group of warblers flashed through his mind, and he shook his head with some shudder.
He will never forget the humiliation of New Year's Eve when he was five years old. A group of older sisters put on skirts and took him out to pay New Year greetings to their elders amid the sound of firecrackers.
I vaguely remember that the red envelopes he received that year were particularly full. Many relatives, uncles and aunts pinched his cheeks with smiles, gathered around him, applauded and praised him. At that time, he was young and ignorant and was happy about it for a long time.
, but it was not until he became wise that he understood what he had lost.
Shaking his head, he gritted his teeth and shook out the nightmare-like memory fragments.
Thinking about it this way, it's just harmless to tie your hair in pigtails.
Like some artistic male teachers in their school of architecture, who have waist-length hair and even a mohawk and have the courage to wear it, so what does it mean to wear a pigtail?
"Come on, come on!" Wu Yazhen came out carrying a small box, her face full of excitement that could not be concealed.
For some reason, he actually saw in this familiar face through the years the faces of those mischievous little devils of his cousins.